Dear Wednesday Morning
I love you so much. Do you know all the things I have planned with you? After the sleeping in and the TV watching and the internet reading I am going to take you out to breakfast and look lovingly into your eyes over coffee. Wednesday, I really love you.
Well, maybe not as much as David Cook. I mean, if I had to decide, well, Wednesday, he can give me a lot of the same things you can. And I'm not going to lie, Wenz, I might even be cheating on you with him right under your very noise. He just offers so much.
Wednesday, I will see you tomorrow. Promise.
Comments
slut.
hee.
Posted by: kat | May 28, 2008 3:45 AM
It's called Hump Day for a reason.
Posted by: Jennie! | May 28, 2008 5:11 AM
day off?
sleep. gooood.
dane cook? GOOOOOOD.
Posted by: jeni | May 28, 2008 6:17 AM
Hey, what happened to my cookie comment? Or did I just imagine that I posted it. Anyway, you totally get cookies, so you should email me an address or something.
Posted by: Ashley | May 28, 2008 3:52 PM
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Posted by: Lindsay | May 28, 2008 9:03 PM
My comment didn't show up. :(
I said that I love David Cook more than Sunday mornings, which is saying an awful lot. Silly commenting thingy.
I didn't want to say it, but maybe the internet hates you. I love David Cook more than anything. (I approved your last comment. I don't know why it never showed up.)
Posted by: Lindsay | May 29, 2008 9:34 PM
"right under your very noise" is the best.
Posted by: amanda mae | June 2, 2008 8:33 AM